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the rage
The Rage
Wish I could control my temper
I know when a storm is coming days before
The banality of morning news
White smiles and lies frivolous they are
I refuse to let anyone in
Today I had to see my cardiologist we
Had a shouting match I called her a cunt
She called security
The storm blew over I can`t really help it
Tomorrow I have to see her again
I will say sorry, but not too convincingly
Why does she not listen to me I’m the patient
And know where it fucking hurts
Wish I could control my temper
I know when a storm is coming days before
The banality of morning news
White smiles and lies frivolous they are
I refuse to let anyone in
Today I had to see my cardiologist we
Had a shouting match I called her a cunt
She called security
The storm blew over I can`t really help it
Tomorrow I have to see her again
I will say sorry, but not too convincingly
Why does she not listen to me I’m the patient
And know where it fucking hurts
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